DarkGlobalArt

I love you, I don't know why, but I do. I love you, even if others may not. I love your painted on face, your fake hair, and your flamboyant clothing. I love your smile, even when it is forced. I love you, even though I don't really know you, but then, does anyone really know you? You act a certain way and say such wonderful things, yet you hide behind such a twisted facade. So is this really you? I love you, though time and space both divide us so, mirroring the way my soul and heart are torn. I love you, even though I hate you, and you hate me. I love the way you smell, though I have never inhaled your sweet aroma. I love the way